4Lyn

brompton city bashinґ, car crashinґ, bong blastinґ
itґs the alcohol abusinґ white trash kid.
with the mad vocalism, straight from the top of my lung
shout outs and respect to the place where iґm coming from.
so here me run again, head to the finish,
no time for loosinґ, no time for cruisinґ
ґcuz a championґs got to keep on movinґ
like soul 2 soul, iґm back to life for real still a mc
with lots of love for my holy wheels of steele, yo
to me it was a big step, futurewards
from doinґboogaloo thangs at the barmbek-boulevard
to pick up the mic and say what the fukk i was born for
free to the dom is still the only thing I star for
would die for, would cry for, but not spy for
i still got the same type of respect even for all you fly whores
donґt get me wrong, i really love your bitchness
the only fukks i disrespect are bitches in the music-business.
and if you feel me put your hands up ,(hands in da sky)
and if you feel me put em high,(put em high)...
push 4 fingers and a i in da air,yo and wave em around like u just donґt care